JEZANNA
we are infinite as the universe we hold inside
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t was a quiet early morning, the sun barely lighting the eastern horizon, the stars and the inky night lingering above. Jezanna had been up for some hours, again finding herself trapped in the motions of a past life. Her silver eyes were bright in the dimness, the midnight color of her coat blending into the shadows, morphing her into a shadow herself; living, breathing.The young moon rose from her place in Denocte's library, looking at the books that had become scattered on the floor about her as she had read. There was so much she wanted to know, so much she could learn, and she had immersed herself among the words written by scholars who had come and gone long before her arrival here. It had been peaceful, relaxing, even, giving her a chance to reflect and to think.
One by one, Jezanna placed the books back where they belonged with care, her gaze gently looking over every spine as she did so. There would be more long nights, more early mornings, for her to spend here among the stacks and shelves, and she knew she would be back before too long.
It was a comfortable place, where she could be herself without worry and get lost in the words on the pages she read. Oh, how she would have loved to meet some of the authors, to pick their brains, to dig further into their thoughts. The midnight woman wondered what great stories and history would be penned in her time on Novus, wondered if she might somehow contribute to such things. It was a dream, but perhaps an obtainable one.
After ensuring that everything was back to the way it had been when she first arrived, Jezanna stood before the entrance with one more glance at all the things she was leaving for another time. She could spend days in here, that much she knew for sure. At last, with a soft smle turning up the corners of her lips, she pushed through the doors to begin her day, wondering just would it would have in store.
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